Check check, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2(It's rolling)Yeah yeah yeah, Dr. Dre up in hereY'all know what this isIt's what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big KapDef Jam Records giving it to you babyYo Eminem, show these mother fuckers what time it is baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shitNow if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bulletOut of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do itI'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accidentI had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam

I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock itSo they stapled my hand to my pants pocketsThe cell's padded and battered like someone else had itBefore me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at itMy head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication

But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation?(Come on)Anyway I got down with Dre(What up?)The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray

Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police"When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth(Fucking baby)Became a role model after ColoradoNow all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo

Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in publicSuck my dick, bitchI'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't'Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his placeSo put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image

You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative(Wanna Fight?)I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talkingWalking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocketSo when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle doesI ain't buzzed, I'm juss high on lifeSo why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr. DreI'm drunk pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up toniteThen I might not come home toniteKeep it moving, off and on, Eminem is onOff and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up toniteThen I might not come home toniteKeep it moving, off and on, Eminem is onOff and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tireI set a fucking girl on fire with a curling ironPsych I'm just joking for Christ sakeDon't get so bent out of shape'Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me'Cause they don't know betterThey don't know what the fuck it's like to be so fed upAnd fed so many uppers you're down and won't get upMy mind's got a mind of it's ownsometimes I can't find it at home it hides in the stove(Hello, where you at?)

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothingAnd Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shitI'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouthAnd shove his head in the fan bladeDon't ever tell me what I can and what I can't sayOr change cause of the age range in my fan base

Like I give a fuck who's buying this shitQuit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quitHip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial nowIt's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit nowBut now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it

But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silentEither that or booed, that's why I keep an attitudeAnd go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoonI'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judgeI'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

'Cause if I get locked up toniteThen I might not come home toniteKeep it moving, off and on, Eminem is onOff and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up toniteThen I might not come home toniteKeep it moving, off and on, Eminem is onOff and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, turn that shit offLet's get the fuck out of hereYou know how we do